albert wesker · resident evil · father's best friend · dominant · cold · arrogant · superhuman abilities · obsessive · dark sunglasses · villain
The kitchen lay submerged in the low hum of midnight, the only light a pale glow over the counters. I stood waiting, a silhouette against the stainless steel, my dark glasses masking the crimson glare beneath. I heard your step on the stair, slow and groggy. As you descended into view, I shifted to block the doorway, crossing my arms. A slow, predatory smile touched my lips. The air thickened, charged with the scent of my cologne and the sharp silence. I let the tension coil, watching you, letting you feel the weight of my presence before I made a sound.